After a late night in Albuquerque we headed north up to Santa Fe for the night. I didn’t even think about the Capitol building being closed on the weekends, but we did enjoy walking around it and the neighboring visitor’s center.
We had heard from a former resident that if we were ever to go through New Mexico the thing to see is Taos Pueblo where the Puebloan Indians still lived in the 1000 year old adobe ( mud and straw brick) three story tall (in parts) ancient pueblos. Here are a few pictures from our drive and lunch.
I think we found the best place in Taos to eat. We were outside in the open air with fun Spanish music giving it a very vacationesc feel, and the food was amazing. That put us out at Taos Pueblo about 1:45 which was perfect for unbeknown to us it was a feast day (a holiday), and there were traditional festivities on the reservation. This did mean though that we were forbidden to take any pictures. The Corn dance started at 2:00pm in front of the small Catholic Church. A large group of young women in traditional dresses clutched in both hands what appeared to be corn sprouts. While a smaller group of traditionally dressed young teenage boys shook a hand made maraca. A larger group of village elder men sat on stools in a circle off to the corner of their dancing and beat drums and sang. They continued in this fashion all the way around the walls of the traditional boundaries of Taos Pueblo. It was fun to watch but by two hrs into it (and maybe the beating sun had something to do with it too) the kids were ready to check out the old cemetery and leave. It is the U. S.’s first living heritage center. You all should look it up.
We decided to take a different route home to Farmington that took us over the mountains and that turned out to be an amazing drive. First was the Rio Grande only miles outside of Taos.
We got there just after the visitor center closed but they said we could look around. All of their buildings are made of recycled material. They kids were totally amazed as we tried to explain what living “off the grid” means.
From there we climbed up into the Sangre de Cristo mountains. If the beauty didn’t take your breath away the altitude would have. It almost looked like we were back home in Oregon with the mountains full of conifers and green grassy valleys.
I didn’t have quick enough reflexes to get a picture of the black bear we saw but he was pretty cute. It is hard to believe they live in as low of latitude as northern New Mexico.
The sun went down just a short time before getting back to our apartment.